I turned to leave, when someone called, "Glinda, is it true you were her friend?" I bit my lip and said, "Well, it depends on what you mean by friend. You see, we'd known each other for years. I just, well, I really didn't care for her, not until college, and we were both so young..." I knew I'd have to show them everything—or what I could show them anyway, while still keeping my promise. I had already decided to start on the day, before we'd left for Shiz—when we were still acting like two-year-olds—actually, Elphaba had said that two-year-olds behaved better than we were—to show how disgusted we were with each other.
"Elphaba, give me back my special shoes!" I screamed at my younger sister. "I don't have them," she called back. "First of all, what would I do with a pair of pink high heels, second of all, I don't need over three thousand pairs of shoes, third, if I had them, which I don't, I would have put them in your closet, and fourth, we're right next to each other, so you don't have to scream in my ear, Galinda!" She shrieked in my ear. Rubbing my now sore ear, I glared at her and said, "Respect your elders, Elphaba. I am older than you..." "Only by three minutes," she shot back at me. Then she looked at my feet, and said, "You can't find them, because you're wearing them." I looked at my feet and said, "Oh." Then Elphaba muttered, "We behaved better when we were two then we are now." "Are you saying that we're worse than two-year-olds?" I asked innocently. "Yes. Wow, someone call the press. My blonde sister actually understood something I said." Elphaba said sarcastically. I threw a pillow at her. She launched herself at me and tackled me and we started screaming at each other.
Then our parents came in and said, "Elphaba, Galinda, behave!" "Yes, Father. Yes, Mother," Elphaba said quietly, instantly returning to her quiet shell—I could break through it—I was the only person who could. "Yes, Momsie and Popsical," I said sweetly.
As soon as they left, we immediately started arguing again—this time we kept silent and argued mentally—it was a twin thing—very annoying, but useful when wanting to cheat off of younger sister's test and not being in the same room.
Blonde. —Elphaba to me
Artichoke.—me to Elphaba
Airhead.—Elphaba to me
Green bean.—me to Elphaba
Dumb Blonde.—Elphaba to me
I glared at her and said, "Oh, you did not go there." "Oh, I did go there," she shot back. I glared at her and snapped, "Just finish getting ready to go to Shiz. The sooner we're there, the sooner we get our room assignments, and the sooner..." "We won't have to room with each other," Elphaba finished, with the same eager expression that must have been on my face.